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<blockquote data-quote="KirayaTiDrekan" data-source="post: 6393351" data-attributes="member: 6755061">The cloaked figure starts to respond to Taranis when they are interrupted by Samara.&nbsp; The glowing green eyes fix on Samara and a whispered voice emerges from the hood, not human, but not threatening, &quot;Deception and truth are two extremes of one spectrum.&nbsp; Just as good and evil, law and chaos...anything that people define as one or the other.&nbsp; All these things exist not as dualities, but as ranges of being, with the center always holding, always balanced, always enduring, when the extremes fall.&quot;The hood is pulled back, revealing a face without an identifiable gender, elven in shape, but somehow neither elven nor fey.&nbsp; The being has an otherworldly quality, a presence that is felt, not seen, and hard to describe.&nbsp; The not-elf turns back to Taranis, &quot;Yralla taen sirve, muir thyalre.&quot; It takes a moment for Taranis to muddle through the words...they were an ancient dialect from a timeless place, something before sylvan and elven, the root from which both languages sprung.&nbsp; The translation was roughly, &quot;Respect and honor I, to you, give.&quot;OOC: Anyone with knowledge of both the elven and sylvan languages can piece together the translation as well.&nbsp; Otherwise, make a DC 20 Wisdom (Insight) or Intelligence (Arcana) check.The not-elf's glowing green eyes again examines each of those gathered in turn, lingering on Taranis and Samara.&nbsp; Though he speaks to all, his gaze remains fixed on Samara, &quot;I apologize if I offend or disturb.&nbsp; I am not a demon or agent of evil.&nbsp; Nor am I an agent of good.&nbsp; I simply am.&nbsp; And I need your help.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="KirayaTiDrekan, post: 6393351, member: 6755061"] The cloaked figure starts to respond to Taranis when they are interrupted by Samara. The glowing green eyes fix on Samara and a whispered voice emerges from the hood, not human, but not threatening, "Deception and truth are two extremes of one spectrum. Just as good and evil, law and chaos...anything that people define as one or the other. All these things exist not as dualities, but as ranges of being, with the center always holding, always balanced, always enduring, when the extremes fall." The hood is pulled back, revealing a face without an identifiable gender, elven in shape, but somehow neither elven nor fey. The being has an otherworldly quality, a presence that is felt, not seen, and hard to describe. The not-elf turns back to Taranis, [I]"Yralla taen sirve, muir thyalre." [/I]It takes a moment for Taranis to muddle through the words...they were an ancient dialect from a timeless place, something before sylvan and elven, the root from which both languages sprung. The translation was roughly, "Respect and honor I, to you, give." [I]OOC: Anyone with knowledge of both the elven and sylvan languages can piece together the translation as well. Otherwise, make a DC 20 Wisdom (Insight) or Intelligence (Arcana) check.[/I] The not-elf's glowing green eyes again examines each of those gathered in turn, lingering on Taranis and Samara. Though he speaks to all, his gaze remains fixed on Samara, "I apologize if I offend or disturb. I am not a demon or agent of evil. Nor am I an agent of good. I simply am. And I need your help." [/QUOTE]

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